The Pickens sentinel. [volume] (Pickens, S.C.) 1871-1903, 1887-10-13

Wiedersehen! Her reply was scarcely
audible. The little head remained
bowed over tho uowers, the hands
plucked nervously at the leaves.
Arnim set his teeth. A wild impatienco
surged through his breast. He would
fain have pressed this tender form to
his tortured heart with the despairine
cry:
"IIave then lost your conldencef
Do you love this stranger better thap
meP Win you leave the house that
once harbored your mother to go with
himpn
But he saw that Mariannc's eyes
rested upon him with questioning
glance, and controlling his emotion, he
went silently.
AT noon messenger appeared say
ing that the doctor would not return
until evening. Ussikow was found.
lie lay i'll in the village of Gr,mfcld
Ivan must 90 to him tomorrow Will
stores of linen and other neccssarics
and remain until his removal was pos
sibc.
Dcsircc received this intelligence
with white face and throbbing heart
A few minutes later she stood before
Marianne, who exclaimed:
'Nnod heavens, how you look
W!'' * the matter with you? Take
the drops at once! God forbid that
you ''''uld bring the typhus into our
house"
Tive girl turned impaticntly away.
"Nothing j. the matter with me-" she
aid, "hUt i" is stricken with the fever
in u uv:.ri3oring village, and is with-
out cHTc. Ivan goes to him to-mor-
row. Not until tomorrow! O, my
God, how long it will be before morn,
ing
"Who, child! Arnim?"
"No, no! IIilmar Ussikow! / i'm
plorc YOU 60 to him ut once"
"What do you say, foolish grip !
go to this stranger! 1 would really
like TO know why -
"To nurse him, to save him Unclo
Arnim says that in this sickness, nurs.
ing does every thing. And just think
Of it-hc lies in low musty peasant
chamber, among strange, rough pro,
pie, mcarcd for and alone! Perhaps
there is no one to even hand him a
drink in his thirst and agony. You
must 90 to him. Every moments de-
lay brings him nearer DEATH"
Il mus. 90! Are you mad, Dcsircc,
and why l, out of all the world?"
"Bccausc he loves you" cried tho
girl, dcsparingly. "Bocausc he wishes
to make you his wife,"
For Il moment Marianne seem pctri.
fled. Then she shrugged her shoulders
and answered
"My child, even if Ussikow loved me
to distraction-and have not re.
marked that he cares for me in the
lcast--l would not leave this house
one hour for his sake In the first
place, it would be highly improper
even for his promised wife. and would
cause no end of talk; in the second
place. l. might get this dreadful fever,
and perhaps my ucarn. Y wound, IN -,,u
event, accept an offer from this gen.
will never leave my cousin. Wha
would he do without me? Now come
to the table child. 1t is half an hou
past the time. 1t was thouohtlcss il
Arnm to send the message at thi
hour. The fish is no doubt spoiled
But how excited you arc! French wom
en- are terribly hystcrcal.
"Do you think Ussikow will dicp"
asked the girl, with quivcring lips.
"lt is more than likely in this dis
case; but if he can be saved, my cousin
will save him. 1t is n rare piece OF
good luck that he Is not sick in our
house, and that he can not be moved.
If he could, Arnim would have him
here i'll spite Of our protests. Now, dc
force yourself to eat something, child
! feel all broken up myself, but to &C
with an empty stomach in times like
this is dangerous. Lie down after
dinner, and this strange mood will
pass. l am glad Arnim has not seen
you So"
81 beg you do not tell him n word r'
eli You stop this nonsense and act
like " sensible creature l will tell him
Was it. "scnsiblc" to wander rest
I"sSiy up and down through house and
garden, TO count the minutes until
evening. to stare with glowing eyes
mt" III" distance, to press fcvcrisl
hands to Il burning forehead, and ask
II the p;tilrSS sun would never 90 T. own,
to stammcr incohcrcnt PRAYERS Tor ono
who was perhaps now toss.
ing in delirium. and longing vainlv for
some hand to smooth his pillow?
Could Arnim have suspected with
what longing Papillon awaited him.
longing notion his own account--would
nc have hastcncd home?
Night mad already fallen when he
entered the family sitting room NOR.
tally weary, and threw himself into his
When Dcsircc saw him sho
uttered q cry.
care you afraid of me, Papillon ?'
he asked, in hollow tone. "Mariannc,
give me some nouriShing food. Send
Ivan to me at once"
Marianne fastened out to do his bid.
ding. Qcsirco approached and took
his hand.
"Poor unclcW she said Must YOU
exert yourself so muchp How are your
paticntsP"
"Do you mean the one in Grunfeld,
chlIdP" he answered, sadly, and strokcd